Anne's eyebrows drew closer together. The girl's eyes shut tighter before she opened them. Anne burst into startled tears when she found herself on the floor, her head in Mrs. Blacke's lap. Had she just really fainted? She had never fainted before, except for passing out after her adventure on the moors, and she had never thought she was 'the type'. Her kind of women were strong after all. She sat up quickly, but that turned everything dark again. She shut her eyes. "Oh, Mrs. Blacke. I'm sorry... I didn't think..." She heard the front door open.